Monday, May 22, 2006

 

The Worlds Longest Meme!

Matt of the ever excellent Saving The World (blogroll it now!) has tagged me with one of these meme things.

I am very ticklish.

I want Franka Potente to know that I'm not mad she still hasn't emailed me for a date.

I wish my beard didn't grow.

I hate CCTV cameras. So there.

I love the first gulp of a can of cold lager.

I miss out on whispered conversations because I'm going deaf.

I fear nothing. Except that Gordon Ramsay might get yet another show, because I can't stand him.

I hear worryingly little these days. Particularly quiet DVDS since my stand-by TV is mono. It may actually be an antique.

I wonder whether or not Alex Ferguson has any blood vessels in his nose that haven't burst.

I regret getting a credit card. The fuckers have had £200 off me in late fees this year alone. This is part of a gigantic conspiracy against the disorganised.

I am the proud owner of a Tsingtao beer glass, courtesy of one of my commenters.

I dance with too much clicking. Gotta stop the clicking. And clapping.

I sing so out of tune that you wouldn't believe.

I cry with laughter when I see newsreaders fuck up. I don't know why, I just do.

I am not a forty year old male who lives in Carbondale, Illinois with a pet giraffe.

I make with my hands nothing. I'm shit with crafty stuff. I can't cook either.

I write about three words every week on the world's most slowly advancing novel.

I confuse - dunno. I suppose I'm confused about just what it is that people see in R&B music.

I need a shag.

I should try potatoes again, but something about them just puts me off. So sue me.

I start arguments too often.

I finish badly, with little to say.

I'll be fucking amazed if anybody read all that. If you did, congratulations, though I'd think about finding a more productive use for your time. I'm not going to bother tagging anyone specifically - I'd only get it wrong, and anyway this one takes fucking ages, but if you want to do it, go ahead and use me as a referrer.

Comments:
Do you know a forty year old male who lives in Carbondale, Illinois with a pet giraffe??
 
how do you live without potatoes?! If it were possible to sue for such a thing, I would. I might give it a go


xxB
 
SafeT - No, but it would be fun if I did. If anyone matching that description is reading this, email me, because we need to talk.

Boudica - Well, I can eat crisps and thin chips, but I just find potato mushy and squishy and horrible. It is dashed inconvenient, as when you think about it, 99% of all recipes involve the blasted things.

Happy - Well, thank you, sort of! I'd tell you I've cut down on the drinking, but that wouldn't be wholly true. Haven't had any for a couple of nights though.
 
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